24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
the life changing cast call
in the haven for future gathering
serenading the life songs
movement unending
the engagement for lifetime manifestations
converging in the connectivity discourses
seen in the pathway for new desires pondering anew
colossal madness unleashing for life events
it is the pathway for new understanding
calling in the march for life worthy times
questions queries unending often movers
still connectors for life existing
Poem # 15
Land of star shaped green trees that speak of atrocities
Mountain Terrains carved with sacred secret spots of our pain
Forever hidden from our oppressors
who murdered
us for capital gain
Tiny frogs
sing songs
of celestial nights
While we gathered ourselves for a fitting fight
September, we remember,
surrounded by our own elements of Earth, Wind, and Fire
As we designed a rebellion
to swiftly gain justice,
a dream we deservedly desire
Some things you can push through
and ignore
but others are a loss that you can’t even brush off
There are triggers
and your body punches you
causing you to self inject from reality
You learn to live in pain
In loss
and you stop breathing mindfully
when it gets too hard
you can still practice
and try to keep an open mind
It dripped, plipped, plopped,
slipped, slunk, slithered,
a cat sprinting away,
so fast the body was a comma,
paused
in midflight, from a hot cup
of fresh morning coffee
inches from a new laptop…
spilled away.
My family was not religious as I grew up
Nor are they now
But we always celebrated Easter
Kites flying above
Eggs filled with trinkets
Baskets hidden in the dryer, we always forget
Toys with a toothy rabbit
Chicks on the cheap plastic
I don’t even like carrots
On those sunny Easter Sundays
I learned to hate the sunshine
Associated it with bickering
The happiness I felt turned sour
Much like the eggs
Fresh ocean air became suffocating
Distracting myself with bubbles
Brothers putting paper grass in my hair
Driving with the top down
Baskets soon stopped
No celebration
Dyeing eggs with beer
What holiday changes dates every year?
Confusing
Upsetting
24 Poem’s “The Dinner Party”
Chef’s Speech
Before we proceed to dessert
I would like to say a few words
And allow you a burp break
I speak of course in self-effacing words
Thank you all so much for coming
And bringing the requested wines
Adding the organized recklessness
Of this experiment in gastronomical terror of matching wine
Once again I remind you
Not to feel obligated to finish courses abundantly
It is just a taste experience
I thank you all again, abundantly
I might I add
It was so much fun making my final decisions
And I apologize to those I missed
England, Colombia, Brazil, Hungary, German and the U.S.A… decisions decisions
Take as long as you’d like
Enjoy a drink or a glass of water
Before we honour Hawaii
That beautiful tiny land surrounded by water
DeaBeePea 6-27-20
When the alicorn is restored and the prince of darkness vanquished
It’s time to wake the innocent, retrieve what has been lost
That swan dive
I want to dive like that
I want to be the savior and the saved
Glitter dusted heart entrusted
To be both
Instead of neither
Undeceived by faerie magic
To know her soul stays pure
If handed the sword I’m not sure
I’d do the same
Corruption shimmers entrancing
Dancing with a shadow
That promises power and dresses me in black
Is my love strong enough to shatter the chain
Or do I remain devoted to passion and hooves
A man came up to speak.
No shirt. Some paint across his face.
The moom shone down and stuck in hos shiny hair. Hair down his back.
He spoke a whisper to the man.
The man whispered back. A child made small.
Once in Colorado I foumd a body laying there. I took that body here so I might understand its life before it is set to the ground.
“Do you now understand”
The stranger wants to know.
The man assents.
Then come with me. Across these hidden paths. I know a sacred place to go.
If i told you i loved you.
Would you be willing to love me back,
To write back to me,
To every letter I’d have sent to you,
Stained with the blood from my viens
Blood pumped straight from my heart,
Love pure,
Nothing to lose with all to gain,
A play on hearts through words engraved
she maintained,
The flame,
A love that was like beauty and the beast, but this time no change brought by a kiss
~Ropa
How will you reach your demise? When the sun scorches the skies. Or when one cannot touch his thighs.
Will we succumb to the unrest?To the distress?
You are linked to the world near and far, yet you make us appear distant and overly attached.
Unattached from human connection when you are near, how focused are we really to that pen-pal technology friend that we all share?
What will be next to go extinct, the cellphone we desperately cling to, the pocket microphone, the thumb drive, the printer, or the remote control that we would gladly trade in? This is how it has always been.
Oh technology you save us and you also do us in, what will we do without you?
We use you in someway everyday.
Some of my greatest days are when you are nowhere insight. Especially when I am inflight.
Too few to remember, so the memories become more special.
No need to compromise, I like to incorporate pictures into my everyday life, but we may need a sun flare to get us back on track. We may try to get you back.
Even though it is too late. Like the flip phone, you did not go out of date.
it was just matter of time before you came back in style. Just give us a break once in a while.
I hope that G.P.S. does not ever go extinct, even though a compass is cool to navigate. Don’t bring us to the brink. E.T.A.’s are a feature we like. It works best on cars and motorcycles , not necessarily a bike.Yet, we like it a lot. At least I do 🙂